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Zephyr had been watching Dagfinn from an easy distance, sprawled lazily across the earth and sunning in the cool winter air to keep warm -- eventually, though, he got too bored to keep sitting around, and the brute stood just as Dag finished. Trotting forward, he approached the younger wolf with a yip of playfulness, closing some distance before breaking into a canter. 

He wasn't recieved with the rough play the Maverick expected from Dagfinn, and instead the dark boy snapped at him in a warning, which prompted a frown from Zephyr as he skidded to a halt. Ears fanning back, his previously wagging tail had stilled behind him, and in another attempt at play, he stompted a snowy paw. 

                     "Best be fightin' me then, Dag!"

Instead of leaping for the pile as he wanted to, Zephyr turned and sprung with a high-pitched bark of excitement at Dagfinn, fully aware of the leaves to his side that he intended not to touch.